As a grandparent (hopefully many years off dementia though) I'm okay with this. You forgive your grandkids a lot. They're just being kids. And if they grow up thinking this sort of thing is acceptable, that's their parents fault. Ah grandparenting. All the responsibility of being a parent with none of the responsibility.

I am always nice to my Grandparents, because I know they will soon be dead...and I guarantee they're going to watch me from the afterlife like a hawk to make sure I don't masturbate. Some goodwill now will hopefully buy me a few minutes of alone time in the future.

I know this is an obvious troll of the intertubes, but just the mere thought of this gave me a sad. My gramps was the same way, but he never sat at the kid's table, and we never would have even joked about disrespecting him that way.

/ok, alcohol must be kicking in, morose is not my style//and sitting at the kid's table is AWESOME. I did yesterday to help ride herd on the little bastids darlings, and the table was covered in brown kraft paper and there was a big box of crayons in the middle!

What about those jellied slices of cranberry sauce? Mashed potatoes? Maybe the old guy was a horrible, mean-spirited dick in his younger days and now that he's old and can't do anything about it, revenge is now at hand.

They were no kid's tables at last night's dinner. 25 people aged 28-35. I love my family but this year was my first Thanksgiving away from them and it was great. Big group of people with no family in town.

...even though most of my cousins and myself are in our 30's, we're forced to sit at the kids' table.To pass the time, my cousins and I play a game called "ham on the head" with him, where one of us tries to take a piece of honey-slick ham and stick it to his head without him noticing it.

Sounds like you're at the right table. shiat, you're lucky they don't put you out in the yard with the dog that scoots around on its ass. But then the dog would be complaining.

mcwehrle://and sitting at the kid's table is AWESOME. I did yesterday to help ride herd on the little bastids darlings, and the table was covered in brown kraft paper and there was a big box of crayons in the middle!

This. I didn't get to sit at the kid's table yesterday and that gave me a sad. That table had a blast.

TheMega:Seriously? TELL someone you are going to try and stick ham to them all day? That's the best (and worst) she can come up with?

See, I'm thinking they should set it up as some kind of Assassin-style game: everyone puts their names in a hat, then draws a name at random (if you draw your own name, draw again and then put your name back). The name you draw becomes your target, and you must stick ham onto them at some point over the course of the day. If you do, your target is out, you inherit their target, and the game continues. Last un-hammed person wins.

Dear Caity: Is it ok to lick gummi bears and stick them all over the person that passes out at a party first? It's become kind of a tradition at our place./we did that to a dude once, he was so colorful

Millennium:TheMega: Seriously? TELL someone you are going to try and stick ham to them all day? That's the best (and worst) she can come up with?

See, I'm thinking they should set it up as some kind of Assassin-style game: everyone puts their names in a hat, then draws a name at random (if you draw your own name, draw again and then put your name back). The name you draw becomes your target, and you must stick ham onto them at some point over the course of the day. If you do, your target is out, you inherit their target, and the game continues. Last un-hammed person wins.

I forfeit. Pile all the ham on my head that you want while I'm napping. I'll wake up to a tasty snack.

Doctor Funkenstein:mcwehrle: //and sitting at the kid's table is AWESOME. I did yesterday to help ride herd on the little bastids darlings, and the table was covered in brown kraft paper and there was a big box of crayons in the middle!

This. I didn't get to sit at the kid's table yesterday and that gave me a sad. That table had a blast.

Totally! Nothing is as cool as showing a 2 year old how to make the "trace your hand, LOOK YOU MADE A TURKEY" or having a 4 year old tell you that you didn't put "the fire things that make it fly up" under the rocket ship.